She stood to the side playing with the shadows. They were searching high and low for her but she managed to keep ahead. Yet, she knew the darkness would take over.
She felt herself becoming more and more bitter. Her happy place rotting with sour apples. She would fight them off for as long as she can. Maybe a knight in shining armour would puncture the darkness away. Maybe. But probably not.
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Sending some strength and peace from here. Greetings.
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